In the end we return to our earth.
The very same earth from which we were born.
And it will take us in death like it brought us at birth.
It happens to one, to all, yet the majority mourns.
For what purpose mourns the majority?
Life is merely a blink of an eye to Time.
Indeed people die. Indeed it's a pity,
But for what purpose mourn on your behalf or mine?
Seldom do I worry, and seldom do I care
Whether or not I live to see tomorrow.
It may be a beautiful day, sunny and fair,
Or, more likely, a dark day of malice and horror.
Impossible to tell or know the future,
Yet believe you me I see dismay.
A pitiful world corrupted by the money creature,
In which life is guided by the dollar of hate.
Give up now, and sell it your soul.
It's no use fighting when your team has thrown in the towel.
The money creature razed and burned your hope-houses
And left in their place this darkness so foul.

By yousolastsummr
(Just a sampling of the starlitecafe.com)